Monday, March 26, 2012

Drifting

Sitting down to have a smoke
Dirty, tired, restless and broke
Pull out my pad and try to write
That last joint blurred my sight


Sitting around with nothing to do
Pick up my guitar and hum a tune
Can't seem to find anything to say
Rely on music to take me away


Pack up my shit, it's time to go
Another day on this lonely road
New places to see as I make my way
A different life a different way


Drifting, drifting it's become my life
Keep on drifting till I find what's right
Living each day with freedom in my sight
Look to the future it can be so bright

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